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He peeled the bra away and tossed it aside.

His palms swept up my ribs and cupped my breasts, lifting them as I arched toward him. A low growl vibrated in his throat before he pressed a kiss to one nipple and then the other.

My hands braced on the mattress behind my hips, pushing my breasts forward, practically begging him to take one in his mouth.

Lachlan took full advantage.

His lips closed around one nipple, drawing it deeper into his mouth while his tongue circled the sensitive peak. At the same time, his fingers pinched and rolled the other.

A moan slipped out of me, and he did it again—harder.

My head tipped back, and the next sound came out higher-pitched, somewhere between a moan and a whine.

Lachlan made a low rumble of approval against my breast.

His hand slid down onto my thigh while his mouth left my nipple and kissed a slow path upward, across my chest and along my throat until he reached the sensitive place behind my ear.

I shivered.

His lips brushed my skin. “Close your eyes.”

I did.

“Now stop thinking about everything outside this room and focus on the mattress beneath you. Feel the vibration between your legs.”

The low hum of the engines came through the floor and into the bed in a steady vibration.

Suddenly, I was aware of it everywhere Lachlan had made me sensitive.

“You feel that?” he murmured.

I nodded.

“Use your words, Mouse.”

“Yes.”

His mouth brushed my ear.

“Good girl.”

Heat slid down my spine. I was learning that he liked this sort of game.

Then he moved away.

I kept my eyes shut as fabric rustled somewhere in front of me.

His shirt, maybe. A buckle. A zipper. Then nothing.

The silence stretched until I could hardly stand it.

A shiver of an entirely different sort moved through me.

“Christ, Mouse. Sitting there on the edge of that bed with your legs spread, eyes closed, waiting for me to decide what happens next…” His voice dropped lower. “You’re fucking breathtaking.”

I couldn’t move.

Couldn’t think about anything except what he might do next.